[Martel follows Yuan with her eyes until he joins her at the table, only to stop doing so the second he sits there. Instead, she stares at her hand, letting the silence stretch for a very long time before speaking.]

...I...

[Her words fail her and she sighs. Well, this is off to a grand start. Martel shakes her head and clears her throat before attempting to talk again, her voice calm.]

I cannot pretend that I understand exactly where we are, or why we are here. Or even why most of the things that... seem to have happened in my... absence... happened at all. And to be perfectly honest, I think that it would be much better for all of us if I ignored it one and all and went about as if whatever took place before my arrival had never happened.

[A pause.]

However, it would be very difficult to pretend that Mithos' leg is not... damaged. And that promises once given to me were obviously broken.

[As is Mithos himself.]

I heard what Mithos had to say about it. And I am... surprised. Still, I promised to myself I would not judge anyone before having heard all sides of their story - and I would like to believe that my fiancé, of all people, would not strike my brother for no reason.

[Another pause, longer than the last.]

Would you please share your side of that story, Yuan?